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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.