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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.