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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.