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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.