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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.