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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Motions,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.