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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.