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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.