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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.