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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.