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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Can,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Slave,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.