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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.