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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.