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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.