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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.