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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.