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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.