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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.