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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.