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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Fear to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.