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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.