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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.