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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.