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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.