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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.