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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.