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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Pole,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Visage,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.