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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.