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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Interpol,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.