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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.