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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Can,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.