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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.