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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.