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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.