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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.