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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.