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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.