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 Poland 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Index,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.