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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.