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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.