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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.