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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.