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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.