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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.