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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.