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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.