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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.