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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.