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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
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.