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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.