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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
DNA,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.