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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.