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 Korea South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.