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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.