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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.