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 Congo 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 10cc 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.