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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.