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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 Urselle to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.