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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.