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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.