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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.