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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.