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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.