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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.