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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.