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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Names to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.