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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.