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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.