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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.