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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.