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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Darondo,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.