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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.