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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.