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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.