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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Standells,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.