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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.