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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.