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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.