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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
New Order,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
UT,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.