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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.