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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Excepter,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.