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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
cv313,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.