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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.