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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.