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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.