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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.