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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.