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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.