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 Spain 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.