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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.