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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.