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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Cure to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.