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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.