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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.