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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fall,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Wings,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.