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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.