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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
X-102,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.