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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.