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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.