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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.