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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lyres to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.