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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.