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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.