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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.