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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.