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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.