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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.