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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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.