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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Nas,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
X-101,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.