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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.