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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.