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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Scion,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.