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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Echospace,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.