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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.