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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
CMW,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.