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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Wire,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.