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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.