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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Crime,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.