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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.