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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.