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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.