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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.