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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Index,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.