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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.