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 Bhutan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.