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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.