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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.