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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
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.