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 Korea South and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
The Index,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.