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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.