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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.