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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.