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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.