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 Luxembourg 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.