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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.