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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Mars,
UT,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.