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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Wings,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.