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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.