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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.