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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.