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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.