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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.