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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Magma,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.