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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.