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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Motorama,
Technova,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.