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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.