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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.