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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.