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 Czech Republic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.