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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.