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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.