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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.