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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.