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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oneida 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.