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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Martian,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.