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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Slave,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.