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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.