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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.