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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.