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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.