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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.