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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Smog,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.