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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.