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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.