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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.