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 Italy and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.