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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.