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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
June of 44,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.