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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Index,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.