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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.