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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Connie Case 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.