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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.