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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.