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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.