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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.