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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
cv313,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.