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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.