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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.