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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.