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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.