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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.