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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.