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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.