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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.