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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.