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 Germany and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.