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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
New Order,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.