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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.