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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.