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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Organ 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.