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 Dominican Republic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.