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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.