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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.