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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.