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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.