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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.