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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.