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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.