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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.