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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.