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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.