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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Rekid,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.