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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.