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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.