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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.