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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.