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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Gong,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.