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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.