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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.