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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.