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 Libya 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.