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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.