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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Slackers to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.