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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Q65,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.