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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.