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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.