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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Moebius,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.