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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.