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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.