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 China 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.