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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.