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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.