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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.