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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.