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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.