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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.