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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
DNA,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.