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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Index,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.