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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.