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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.