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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.