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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Television,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.