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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.