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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Inner City,
Gong,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.