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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Fear,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.