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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.