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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Organ,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.