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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.