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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.