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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
ABBA,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.