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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.