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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.