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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.