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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.