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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
June Days,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.