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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.