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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Japan,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.