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 Malta and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
The Saints,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.