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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.