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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.