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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.