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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.