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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.