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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Wire,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.