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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.