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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.