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 Bahamas 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.