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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.