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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Siglo XX 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.