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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.