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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.