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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.