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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.