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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Brick,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.