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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.