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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.