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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.