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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.