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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
EPMD,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.