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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Liliput 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.