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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.