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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
the Association,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
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.