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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.