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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.