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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.