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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.