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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.