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 Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.