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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.