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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.