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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.