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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Qualms,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.