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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.