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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.