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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.