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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.