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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.