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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.