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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.