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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Swans,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.