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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
UT,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Scion,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.