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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.