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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.