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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.