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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.