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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Gun Club,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.