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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men 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 grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.