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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.