Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.