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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.