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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.