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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.