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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.