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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.