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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Can,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.