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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.