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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.