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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.