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 Korea South and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.