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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Make Up,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.