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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Scrapy 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.