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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.