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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.