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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.