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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.