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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Television,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.