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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.