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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
The Monks,
X-102,
MDC,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.