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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.