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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.