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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.