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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.