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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Can,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.