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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Franke,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.