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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Magazine,
MDC,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.