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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.