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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.