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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.