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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.