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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
10cc,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.