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 Canada and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
June Days,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.