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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.