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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.