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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.