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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Gong,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.