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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.