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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.