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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.