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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.