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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.