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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.