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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Mars,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.