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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.