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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.