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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Can,
X-102,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.