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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.