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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.