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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.