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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Japan,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.