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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Litter,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.