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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.