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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Names,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.