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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.