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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.