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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
MDC,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.