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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.