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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.