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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.