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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Index,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.