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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Urselle,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.