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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.