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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.