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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.