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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.