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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Nico,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.