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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.