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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.