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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
UT,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.