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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.