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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
cv313,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.