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 China and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.