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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.