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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.