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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.