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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
MDC,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.