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 France and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Can,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.