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 Mauritius 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.