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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.