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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.