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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Yaz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Television,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.