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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
AZ,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.