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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.