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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Seeds 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.