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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.