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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.