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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Visage,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.