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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.