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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.