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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 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 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.