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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.