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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.