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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.