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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.