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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Roxette,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.