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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Wings,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.