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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.