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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.