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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
UT,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.