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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.