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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.