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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.