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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.