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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.