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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.