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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.