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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.