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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.