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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.