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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Index to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.