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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.