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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
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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.