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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
X-102,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.