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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.