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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.