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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.