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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Harmonia,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Kayak,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.