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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
June of 44,
Magma,
Monks,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
AZ,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.