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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Television,
T. Rex,
Index,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.