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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.