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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.