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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.