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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.