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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Brick,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.