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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.