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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.