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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.