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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.