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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.