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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.