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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.