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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Swans,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.