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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Smog 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.