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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.