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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.