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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.