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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
PIL,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.