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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.