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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.