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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.