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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.