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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.