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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.