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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.