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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.