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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.