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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.