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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.