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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.