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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.