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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Mars,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.