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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Flag 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
X-101,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.