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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.