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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.