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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.