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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.