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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.