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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.