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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.