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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Can,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.