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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Index,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.