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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.