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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.