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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.