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 Spain and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.