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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.