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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Index,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.