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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.