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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.