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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.