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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.