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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.