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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Swans,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.