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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.