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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
ABC,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.