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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.