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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.