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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.