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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.