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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.