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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.