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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.