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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Ituana,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.