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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.