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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.