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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.