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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.