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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.