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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Interpol,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.