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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.