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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.