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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.