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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.