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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.