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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.