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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.