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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.