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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Icehouse 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
The Names,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.