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 Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.