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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.