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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.