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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.