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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.