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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.