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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Smog,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Television,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.