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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.