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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.