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 Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.