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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Can,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.