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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.