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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.