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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
X-101,
AZ,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.