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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.